P-Town hit man I'll make ya shit man Pay my stick man to do my dirt I'm filthy rich man My thugs always hang around the top dog of all dogs Make 'em pick
me for?" Yeah but it all comes back that's why I named my daughter Karma Who's teaching me the lesson of life and making me smarter I sweep her off her
all about the trill, bitch you ain't what this about, about When you see me on the street, nigga don't say shit Blowin' big on the sweep, nigga don't
I do Nothing matters But knowing nothing matters It's just life So keep dancing through... Dancing through life Swaying and sweeping And always keeping
all in spades There was no time to be afraid And overhead the bats were picking fruit As we commerced in our birthday suits The palm tree broom was sweeping
[Chorus: Beyond (Slug)] Beyond and Slug got the shit you love So go to your tape store and pick up the dub It's the barge baby (you can touch it if you
you to Fxxk Off? What if there's no army to stop a big invasion? Who'd clean the bogs and sweep the floors? We'd have all immigration. Who'd pull the
s rust Fear loose screws like us that known too much Confused by the news stay glued to the streets Survival sources emergency forces Sweep thru to treat
' me out? Yo man, 'cause you can't play, you ain't got no handle Got your socks up to your knees like Michael Raines Drip liquid, pick up a park pill
I tell her she will leave dat in a second I know that homie love her So dude can keep her I'll never be committed So it's rude to sweep her It's like
niggas stomp him I play for more then keeps so if we beef, then bitch don't sleep 'cause I hit your block just like the city Comin to sweep your streets
with a face melter, go fish, pigeon itchin for a pit to put the pig in, scalped bottom feeder, nose bleeder, cheap seats, to the meat eater sweeps sweet
Without a feather and a lottery ticket, now settle down All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day, put the pieces back together my way. All I ever wanted was to pick
the backroom, sue Stack up the chairs Who broke this glass? No one really cares Go take the trash out And vacuum the stairs What do i Pay you for? And don't forget to sweep
a hustler knows he's gonna die The ground opens and he climbs inside And as he speaks his last line A thought falls from his mind And I pick it up and
Pick your partner, nice and tight 'Cause we'll do more than dance tonight Now promenade that's how it goes You bucks beware of dosie dose Dosie dose Allemande
dropped I fell hard Knocked my toung right out of my mouth You took the words away Before I could make out What I was going to say Picked me up back up With the sweep